Marquis Gluttony stared at the black shallow well before him, at the creature crawling out of it, and at the black liquid that did not belong to the Old World.
His thoughts were abruptly dragged back to the past, recalling the scene during the invasion war.
"Outsider demons..."
The memories of old days felt like a sword hanging at his throat, forcing Marquis Gluttony to retreat a hundred meters in a single step.
But he immediately remembered that the young man before him had been recruited as the circus's "Chief Actor,"
and that the weapon he used had also originated from the Primordial Tomb.
Both factions absolutely hated invaders from beyond the domain. If William truly came from beyond the domain and harbored designs on this world, they certainly would not have accepted him.
"This liquid-like death may be a rare attribute that he carries as a human. Contact with the Primordial Tomb activated this attribute, allowing it to evolve into a kind of 'alternative death.'
Just like the first leader of the Death Plague Knights..."
Marquis Gluttony could not help recalling a terrifying old acquaintance. Although, in terms of title, he was a member of the Seven Marquis just like the other party, there was an essential gap between them in strength,
and that person was also the only Silver Circle Diseased whom Marquis Gluttony did not dare compare himself with directly.
At that moment, the young man had already climbed out of the black-water shallow well. Although his physique still belonged to 'William,' the feeling he gave Marquis Gluttony was completely different.
First, his form was somewhat strange. He hunched over, his arms hanging forward, his palms level with his knees.
The suit that had originally covered his body had completely fallen away, condensing into a pair of